I'm in love with an icon
But I don't expect him to call
I'm crushed on glamour
It’s all a disaster
And I feel like a criminal

Turn out the light and come and crush me
I’m getting bruised and we're not even touching
Are you sincere or are you dangling bait
And if I bite will you judge me?

I don't know what's genuine
I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad linchpin?
I don't know what's genuine

I think about this: is the ground where the grounded are?
I thought I couldn't be touched until they tapped me out
And I didn't even feel it at all
Look at thеir hands they're so full of shit
The nеighborhood is one crowded bed
They're all so straight they’d swear the earth was flat
And that the bend is in my head
Fuck that

I don't know what's genuine
I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad linchpin?
I don't know what's genuine
Oh I’m losing control
I'm losing control
Who's in control?
Who's in control?
I'm losing control
Losing control
I'm losing control

Can't be touched
Can't be touched
Some think that they can't be touched
Except from above
Some think that they can't be touched
Except from above
Some think think that they can't be touched
Some think they can't be touched
They can't be touched
They can't be touched

I don't know what's genuine
I go back and forth with him
Does a screw make a bad linchpin?
I don't know what's genuine
I don't know what's genuine
I don't know what's genuine
I don't know what's genuine